Realization My daughters, my husband, and I have just gotten home from closing our family owned convenience store. It was a late September night, there was a slight breeze and the nights were starting to get colder now. Everyone in the house was shuffling around as they got ready for bed and prepared for the next day to come. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels on the TV. I didn’t quite feel like getting up yet, my feet were still aching from a long-labored day. There was talk of the weather and how’d it would be getting cooler now that we were going to enter October. After a bit, they did a recap of all the segments today concerning 43 missing students. I listened intently and quickly put the volume up soon everyone in the house came to see what I was watching. “What’s going on?” my daughter Marisol asked. I shushed her and pointed towards the TV “Listen” I said. “The talk of today has been the kidnapping of 43 students in Ayotzinapa, Iguala. There has been no new information but sources say that the government may have been involved in this violent attack. There have been riots everywhere and there has been little done to prevent or control them. So far from this assault there have been 6 dead, 25 injured, and 43 allegedly kidnapped from the Rural School of Ayotzinapa” the reporter kept on talking but all I saw on …show more content…
It was one of the only times in my sixty-two years of life that my pride and joy for my country was jolted. I have heard bad things about where I’m from my whole life, but I have learned that loyalty runs deep. I understood that Mexico isn’t a great place but I never neglected my roots, I have always been proud to call myself Mexican until today. My heart ached for the families, for everyone who felt hurt and betrayed by their country, like I did right
Caught up in the whirl of a gringo society, confused by the rules, scorned by attitudes, suppressed by manipulation, and destroyed by modern society. My fathers have lost the economic battle and won the struggle of cultural survival... I look at myself. I watch my brothers. I shed tears of sorrow. I sow seeds of hate. I withdraw to the safety within the circle of life MY OWN PEOPLE. (Gonzales)
The Haymarket Square Riot was on May 4, 1886. It was organized by labor radicals to protest the killings by the Chicago police during a strike the day before at the McCormick Reaper Works. The workers on strike that day demanded 8- hour work day when 60 hour weeks were very common at the time. The company locked out the workers and hired people to break the strike, which was common at the time. Two days later on May 3, a protest was held outside the McCormick Plant resulted in one death and more wounded.
All they wanted was an answer to one question “Where were their children? Their sons and daughters were “missing” and all they were told was” We don’t have any answers! The citizens were afraid, even high authorities of religious groups turned a blind eye. In 1977, with Argentina under a violent military dictatorship, a group of mostly house wives living in a fear oppressed state made a stand and found their voice. They demanded to be heard and while the regime was enforcing their control and power over Argentinians political views through torture and disappearance; a mother’s devotion to her child and the political resistance transformed these mothers into a political force. They are the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, who effectively mounted a civil rights movement that forced the top military officials to be charged for their crimes and have sustained an
This is an incredible story about a young Mexican boy who went through so much to achieve something he never thought he would. The tragedy of his infant sister’s death and an economic crisis in 1970s made him take this life changing chance – to cross the border to the United States. His cousin used to tell him that he would spend all his life working in the fields, Quinones-Hinojosa was ready to accept his fate, he did not know English language, did not have working permit, what else could he expect? So he started working in the fields, picking fruits and vegetables, pulling weeds until his hands were bleeding, hands that perform brain surgeries today. He discovered that being a poor immigrant without an education in a foreign country will make people treat you differently. At this point in his life, he decided to prove to
The New York City Riots riots mainly consisted of poor angry Irish men who did not like the idea of getting drafted for war. These men felt they were at the bottom of society and worked for everything they had. The New York City Riots were Mainly fueled by the Congress enforcing The Conscription Act of 1863. The riots were also extremely influenced by White lower class racism, governmental corruption and the conscription act of 1863.
It is such a monumental day in Mexico, various schools, shops, and other public places are closed. I expected the day to run smoothly with little chaos because, I thought it was just going to be a large festival where you just attend, dance, and just enjoy yourself. However, my first independence day celebration was insane, right from the morning to end. As I woke up to my family, I heard shouting and frantic pacing as my relatives to my surprise were preparing tons of food to take to the festival. It turns out people have to contribute a little bit to the festival every year. I was rushed to get ready to arrive early to the festival, which was extremely crowded with what looked like hundreds of people even thousands. The celebration although full was so much fun with people dancing, playing games, or just socializing with others. It wasn’t until the president began speaking that everyone stayed still and just listened. The way he spoke about the land of Mexico was absolutely mesmerizing and once he led into the grito phrase “Viva Mexico”, it was then I realized how valuable the land we come from is. It helped me reflect to admire and value every aspect and object of my
Jose Vargas tells the story of his life; from coming to America, finding out that he is residing here illegally, learning how to live with that, and finally to sharing with everyone that he is an undocumented immigrant. Jose has a difficult task in front of him, though. He must win his audience over to his side so that he can further his agenda of developing an easier path for undocumented immigrants to receive citizenship. There are many ways he could go about this, trying to skirt the topic of his illegal activities, but Jose is an intelligent man and knows how to influence his audience. He uses the story of his life to connect with others, and in connecting with them wins them over, even if only indeterminably so. In My Life as an
The poem is filled not with resentment but with optimism, the cheerfulness of that “great, silly grin" (21) that he believes will take him to a future where they will be as American as anyone else. But he also understands that people like him, mainly Mexicans who come to the United States to strive for something better in life.
He feels a great sense of betrayal of his Mexican past. His connection that held him so close to his family is destabilized.
It’s been two days since they disappeared. Two days since the neighbors got their mail. Two days since the news anchors appeared on television. Two days since I last saw anyone over 16. I don’t know what the FUCK is happening! I woke up and they were all gone. Everyone! Cops… Teachers… Parents… EVERYONE. I’m keeping a journal. If this all goes to shit… I want someone to know.
Those topics interest me because something different than to know what is happening nowadays in repeats. Starting from April 8, 1968 where it marked the beginning and the end of the riots in DC, which it happened after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. These riots have changed many of the city's business, paths, buildings, neighborhoods, and its history forever. The big impact upon is U Street area, which where the history contain in DC’s northwest that received its name, where at that the time people were worrying about history. Like the H Street, the neighborhood’s identification agreed with a blueprint for an assassinated of residential projects and a retail makeover that would change the face of the area. Despite the transformation
The neighborhood I have chosen is Watts, California. Before it was known as Watts it was a part of Rancho La Tajuata specializing in livestock grazing and beef production. In the 1870's there was a population boom of White Americans in Southern California. La Tajuata was divided and sold into smaller farms and homes. By the 1900's the development of the railroads brought good things. The town became a city and built it's first station known as Watts Station. In 1926 the city annexed itself to Los Angeles. The railroads brought Mexican and Mexican American workers known as "traqueros" into the community.
In August 2011, some major cities in England experienced riots and looting. The immediate explanation was that English cities were infested with ‘feral gangs of youths’ – a perception gained from the clips shown on television. However, while many of those prosecuted were young, they were not exclusively young. Also they were not always from broken homes or from a background of deprivation or unemployment. Some of those caught, prosecuted and imprisoned had professional qualifications and/or worked within professions such as teaching – the media highlighted the example of a teaching assistant sent to prison whose primary task in his school was to coach youngsters on acceptable behaviour.
Protests riots in the United States has proven to an issue for both the country’s financial strength and the unity of the nation. With the presence of social injustices, combined with the increased impact of social media propaganda, protests riots are beginning to reach an all time high. Protest riots destroy individual communities and businesses, jeopardizes the safety of others and taints the protest’s cause by resorting to civil disobedience. Action must be done in order to prevent these random acts of violence from continuing after every social hot topic. The goal is not to prevent citizens from protesting; in fact, this should be encouraged. The goal is to change the way the protests are handled from both the citizens and authority perspectives, in order to prevent these protests from escalating into something dangerous.
Our morning routine is that we all hang out and play music in the school parking lot waiting for the first bell to signal class is about to begin. Greg Jones one of my close friends decides to head in earlier before the first bell rings to talk to one of his teachers. About five minutes pass and the bell rings and as a group we make our way to the main entrance. All I see in the horizon is a giant crowd of students outside of the giant white gates that enclose our campus. Next thing I hear is “TURN AROUND, NO SCHOOL